WTF Is Wrong With People?

I heard about a story the other day where drivers in North Carolina were outraged over the new lettering combinations on their license plates.  According to this story, the new pieces of convict artwork displayed on cars in Raleigh, NC begin with the letters "WTF".  Apparently, the misplaced metal acronym was not an isolated incident, as over 10,000 drivers in the Tar Heel state have been asking the cars in their rear-view mirror the same three-word question:  Where's the fudge?

Wait a minute...what?  You mean...no....that isn't the correct acronym?  WTF stands for what? 

Who knew.

Ok, so by now it is abundantly obvious to everyone this side of John McCain that WTF is not an initialism for the location of Murdick's tasty treat.  Rather, WTF stands for...well, you know.

So people are driving around with a license plate that asks "What the fornication?" is going on.  Is this really the end of the world?  Are we now a nation so caught up in the texting generation that we have become offended by an otherwise meaningless three letter combination?  The great folks in the state of North Carolina do realize that the process of making license plates involves a completely random assignment of letters covering hundreds of thousands of letter and number combos, right?  Are we now to the point where we have to run to the DMV or Secretary of State and complain every time we receive a license plate with the letters LOL, BRB, STFU, or the number 666, 911, or 007?  Have we become this over-sensitive to the small details?

I remember reading a story about a similar situation in Bay City, Michigan where drivers in the thumb were up in arms after receiving license plates with the letters BAD in their 7-letter identification.  The people there were actually afraid that their peers would believe that if they had BAD on their car that it was actually a sign from the state that the car was being operated by a bad driver.  Seriously?!?  In the article (which I can no longer track down), one woman even likened the letters to a modern-day scarlet letter.  Are you kidding me?

Listen people...even though you want to attach some sentimental meaning, deeper thought, or otherwise inane psycho-babble to the letters and numbers on your license plate, no one really gives a damn (nor should they) about whether or not you are satisfied with what is on the back of your car.  Not happy with being dubbed DUM 001?  Irked that your moniker is N0T STR8?  Disturbed that you are known at work as the guy with 2SM4U on your car?  Tough.  If you don't like your plate, pony up the money for a vanity plate.  Otherwise, accept the quirkiness of life for what it is.  Enjoy the fact that there is still a place for randomness to rear its hilarious little head every now and again.

In the meantime, enjoy a little smattering of funny license plates....should be enough to keep you entertained until my next blog.